[Verse 1: Cyhi The Prince]

One hand wash the other, both hands wash the face

That was food for thought, nigga go wash yo plate

My kingdom is The Firm, and pimp I'm Dr. Dre

Good Music is the team and shawty I'm Dr. J

Cause real niggas do real things, we don't talk we don't spill beans

Start selling mid when I was 15, Hidden Hills off Field Green

Got a stupid chain, gotta ill ring, Jacob nigga that's real bling

I'm a drum major I keep a band and a buncha hoes on my drill team

Young prince I know real kings, I dont sleep but I still dream

Born and raised in the dirty south, but when you see me I'm still clean

Shawty I'm a legend in the A, Dominique Wilkins

I gotta question to ask yall, any real players in the building?

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]

I'm in the club, throwed like lacrosse

Chillin in my section, smoking that exhaust

Yo bitch was on my dick and shawty that ain't my fault

So before you start some shit, I suggest you walk

Real talk, real talk, real talk, r-real talk

Real talk, real talk, real talk, r-real talk

Real talk, jealousy, that's against the law

Real talk, r-real talk, r-real talk, r-real talk

R-real talk

[Verse 2: Cyhi The Prince]

I said man sharpen man, like steel sharpen steel

I'm the streets' Dr. Phil, I make music y'all can feel

Yeen talking 'bout no money if you ain't talking mills

Took my fives to the bank and exchanged for larger bills

Boy I keep a lot of hoes, you can ask my partner Pill

If Tameka ain't gon' fuck, then I know that Tasha will

You went and bought that bitch a truck, from me she barely got a meal

You look like one of them rap niggas who never got a deal

But I'm a B-O-S-S, jumping out of that S.S

High school, superlatives, she most attractive, I'm best dressed

I'm so happy to be alive but every day I'm dead fresh

She already on my dick and we ain't even had sex yet

I got the discount, you paid the retail rate

Don't be jealous mufucka that's a female's trait

She let the whole gang bang, we call her East LA

Cuz I'm a V-12 and nigga you just a CLK

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]

I'm in the club, throwed like lacrosse

Chillin in my section, smoking that exhaust

Yo bitch was on my dick and shawty that ain't my fault

So before you start some shit, I suggest you walk

Real talk, real talk, real talk, r-real talk

Real talk, real talk, real talk, r-real talk

Real talk, jealousy, that's against the law

Real talk, r-real talk, r-real talk, r-real talk

R-real talk

[Verse 3: Dose]

Make big plays, bang desert eagles, got desert storm swang from my charm

Ben Franklin tatted in my arm, my nigga eating No Ramadan

Big dough, no Papa Johns, all this damn Versace on

Medusa head, tryna duck the feds, I pop the meds, I pour the meds

I stay low, I keep the mid going for the high I'm bussing heads

We in the building, we do it big, I'm in the bed with yo bitch

And you know this, a hundred bottles help you notice

These diamonds flawless, ferocious - so sick

B-Bitch I'm in my zone, bitch I'm on it

Knock it out the park, bases loaded

My name hold weight nigga watch me tote it

Niggas looking like they want it but that fuck shit they stay on it

I'm in the penthouse, thumbing through thousands, my bitch bad, her ass fat

I get racks, she can have that, 5th Plaza, we smashed that

New coupe, paper tag that, all that money, where ya swag at?

You see me, I burn the track to the 3rd degree and you can wrap that

[Chorus: CyHi The Prynce]

I'm in the club, throwed like lacrosse

Chillin in my section, smoking that exhaust

Yo bitch was on my dick and shawty that ain't my fault

So before you start some shit, I suggest you walk

Real talk, real talk, real talk, r-real talk

Real talk, real talk, real talk, r-real talk

Real talk, jealousy, that's against the law

Real talk, r-real talk, r-real talk, r-real talk

R-real talk